by William Skink

Sorry, but this is not the poem you think it is.

MISSOULA TRUMP POEM

dump that Trump
he’s a liar
he’s a liar pants on fire

so says the hill
near dear Missoula
land of love
if you can pay

rent, deposits–first
and last–
and have good credit
no record, pets

NO! IT’S TRUMP!

he’s a liar
and Russian puppet
and pussy grabber
and mentally ill
and he didn’t win
the popular vote

then
there’s stripper boofing
and payoffs, mob
daddy slumlord
shady tax dodge
casinos, bankruptcy
casinos, towers
reality tv
narcissism, power

so dump that Trump
like he’s the problem
and not a symptom
of malignant systems

dump that Trump
elect better liars
with different genitals
and silky pliers

then
when Trump is gone
we all shall sing
of lasting peace
and new beginnings

but until that day
look to the hills
you’ll see a peach
and get clever-chills